So fast.
When Qingqiu suddenly emerged from the shadows and casually slashed down, I finally understood the pressure that Li Ang and the others were facing earlier.
The blade in my line of sight kept getting closer, magnifying,
its presence brazenly expanding, flooding my mind, leaving no room for anything else.
Clang!
Qin's left arm suddenly twisted, dragging the roaring chainsaw at an angle,
the rapidly rotating saw blade failed to bite into or cut through the thin sword, instead, it was easily split apart by the sword's blade.
"Hmm?"
Qingqiu was somewhat surprised that he hadn't managed to take his opponent's life with a single strike, but only slightly.
He kicked off the ground, advancing, then thrust his sword towards Qin's eye socket.
Qin's brain hadn't reacted yet, but her left hand moved automatically,
just before the thin sword pierced through her left eye, she barely managed to place her palm in the sword's path.
Screech.
